Gabriella looked over at the clock, which told her it was close to five in the afternoon. In just a little over two hours the homecoming dance would begin, and as each second passed, more and more butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her heart pounded faster.
I've got to do my nails, she thought as she looked down at her plain, boring fingernails before rushing over to the three bottles of polish resting on her dresser and grabbing one. The color was a nice ocean blue, nearly the exact shade of Troy's eyes, the eye color Gabriella had always longed to have in place of her dull brown one that everyone except her seemed to like. And no, the nail polish being the same shade as her boyfriend's eyes wasn't a coincidence; she had deliberately chosen the shade for that specific reason when she had bought it two months ago.
After spending forty-five minutes painting her nails and letting them dry, Gabriella grabbed her green ipod off her end table, went into her bathroom, and filled the tub with warm water, preparing to take a relaxing bath rather than a shower while listening to some music.
Troy stood on Gabriella's porch, ringing her doorbell. His shaking hand held the corsage he had picked out for her and his forehead felt as if sweat was dripping off of it. Even though he had told himself over and over again that he wasn't nervous, that comforting statement just couldn't be true.
"Oh, hi," David greeted as he opened the door. "Gabriella's upstairs. I think she's still getting ready, so if you want to go and hurry her along, you can."
"Alright." Troy walked into the house, and, lying the corsage carefully on the living room coffee table, headed upstairs. Upon reaching Gabriella's door, he knocked.
No response came.
"Brie?" Troy called, knocking a second time.
When he received no answer after a moment, Troy opened the door and walked into the room, where the sound of music coming from somewhere met his ears. He then noticed her bathroom door was just cracked, signaling that she was probably in there but didn't close the door all the way since her bedroom door was already shut. "Are you in the bathroom, Brie?"
No reply was heard, so Troy repeated his question. After Gabriella didn't say anything, he peeked into the bathroom, where he saw her sitting down in the tub, music playing from her ipod speaker and her lips moving, singing along to the song.
"Troy!" Gabriella exclaimed, noticing who had just come in as she quickly turning around. "Why are you here? And why didn't you knock before coming in?" she demanded. An angry glare settled upon her blushing face as she reached over and snatched her towel off the floor in front of the tub, then pulled the shower curtain shut. After wrapping herself in the towel, she started to let the water drain and stepped out.
"I'm sorry," Troy, who had turned away from his friend, began awkwardly.
"You can't just come in rooms whenever you feel like it. I would enjoy some privacy every once in a while, especially since we're a couple and being naked in front of you now feels sort of awkward," Gabriella explained.
"I'm really sorry," Troy repeated. "And just to let you know it's uh...kind of time to go, so if you want to finish getting ready and meet me in your living room, that would be fine."
"It's time to go?" Gabriella's eyes widened. "Oh, I can't believe I let myself run this late!" A distraught expression clouded her face.
"It's fine, it's fine," Troy assured. "I'll just leave the room to let you have some privacy and you can take as long as you need to get ready." He exited the bedroom and closed the door firmly behind him.
Gabriella sighed as she let her towel fall to floor, put on the underwear she needed, then slipped into the dress she had chosen for the dance. It was a deep purple color, gracefully grazed her knees, had short sleeves, a not too low v-neck, and a sprinkling of glitter in the skirt.
Once the ribbons hanging down the sides of her dress were tied in the back, Gabriella blew her damp curls dry and pulled them into a high ponytail. It was the best up-do she could create, as her mother wasn't there to help her with a fancy bun or anything like that.
After spreading on some lip gloss and applying a little dark brown glittery eye shadow, Gabriella slipped her bare feet into her silver ballet flats and headed downstairs, where she saw Troy and her father seated in the living room, looking expectantly at the flight of stairs.
When Troy caught sight of his girlfriend, his eyes widened in shock. He had never in his entire life seen her look as good as she did right then. Everything about her was just so perfect-the way her legs, still slightly tanned from over the summer, contrasted with the color of her dress and shoes, the way her curls bounced with every step she took, the way her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement despite the fact she was biting her lip in indication she was nervous-to him, she had no flaws.
"Finally," David said. "Next time, Gabby, make sure you give yourself more time to get ready."
"I will," Gabriella responded.
"Alright, well, my mom's going to drive tonight. She's been waiting in her car for a while now, so we'd better go." Troy grabbed Gabriella's corsage off the coffee table.
"Have fun, Gabriella," David said. "Bye."
"Bye, Dad," said Gabriella as she walked to the front door with Troy.
Once outside, Troy, with trembling hands, took the corsage and cautiously pinned it on Gabriella's dress. "Um...I hope that's okay...uh..."
"It's fine," Gabriella assured with a blush.
"You look...nice tonight."
Gabriella's cheeks darkened even further. "T-Thanks," she stammered. "So do you." A shiver ran through her body, reminding her she had forgotten the something she was going to bring along. "Um...I forgot my jacket. I'll be right back."
"Hurry!" Troy called as his girlfriend dashed inside.
Less than a minute later, Gabriella returned, slipping her semi-dressy jacket on as she ran out the door. Taking a deep breath, she announced, "I'm officially ready now."
"Okay. Let's go."
Troy and Gabriella grabbed one another's hands and dashed to Lucille's car. Climbing in the backseat, they hurriedly buckled their seatbelts while explaining to Troy's mother why it had taken so long for them to get out there, then were on their way to East High.
When they stepped into one of the two gyms, where the dance was to be held, loud music met Troy and Gabriella's ears. All over the room, teenagers were talking, dancing, and eating and drinking the food and beverages provided. It appeared as if everyone except Troy and Gabriella was there already.
"What should we do?" Gabriella asked.
Troy shrugged. "I don't know. We could um...try to dance, I guess." He cautiously took Gabriella's hand and, staying along the edge of the rest of the students, began awkwardly making an attempt to dance with her.
Gabriella followed along nervously, forcing her eyes to meet Troy's so they wouldn't appear to be the most uncomfortable couple present that evening.
"Uh, I don't think I'm doing this right," said Troy after twirling Gabriella in circles a couple times, holding her hands, and stepping back in forth in a random pattern. "Sorry."
"It's okay. I don't know how to dance, either."
"Yeah, well...I still feel bad. Do you...wanna go get some pizza or something?"
Gabriella shrugged. "If you want to."
"Uh, yeah, but I've got to go to the bathroom first. You can sit in one of those chairs and wait or something." He pointed to the few chairs lining the wall by the food table. "I won't be long."
"Okay." As Troy exited the gym, Gabriella hesitantly moved herself over to the seats and sat herself down in one, nervously biting her lip and staring at the floor beneath her. Out of all the hundred plus students in the room, she wasn't particularly friendly with any of them, and the thought of being alone around a group of people she didn't care much for frightened her.
"Hey, wanna dance with me?"
Gabriella lifted her head to see the guy she wanted to meet the least: Chad. That evening, he was wearing black dress pants that were obviously unbuttoned, for they appeared awfully baggy, and revealed the top of his green boxers. His white shirt had a pizza sauce stain near the left sleeve, and was only buttoned from the third button down. "N-No thanks. I'm just waiting for my date here."
"So you got ditched? Well, I won't ditch you, hottie. Come out onto the floor with me." Chad made a motion with his hand for her to follow him.
"No, he didn't ditch me, he just went to the bathroom," Gabriella explained shyly. "He'll be back soon."
"But until he comes back, you and I should see what we can do." Chad plopped down beside Gabriella and let his fingers slowly crawl up her leg and underneath her dress until he was touching her underwear.
"What the heck?"
Troy's loud exclamation startled Chad, causing him to jerk back. "What are you doing here, Brason?"
"It's Bolton, and I'm Brie's boyfriend and her date tonight, so back off of her. She's too young to be touched like that, and no girl in general should ever be fingered that way first of all, in public, and secondly, from a guy she's not even together with." Troy had officially begun getting incredibly protective over his new girlfriend.
"I thought you were her best friend?" Chad said in annoyance as a glare settled upon his face.
"I used to be, but we're together now. So just go back to whichever unlucky girl out there is your date for the evening."
"Date? I don't have a date. What do I look like, one of those guys that sticks with one girl? No way! I just dance with them all!"
"Come on, Brie." Troy motioned for Gabriella to follow him away from Chad.
Gabriella eagerly followed her boyfriend.
"Are you okay?" Troy asked.
"I wanna go home," Gabriella responded as she tightly gripped Troy's hand. "Can I call my dad to come and get us, or at least me? You can stay if you want, but Chad just really scared me."
"Sure. You can use my phone." Troy, using his free hand, pulled his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Gabriella while leading her out the gym doors. "And I'll leave with you. I don't have any purpose to be here alone."
Once out of the gym, Gabriella dialed her home phone number and held the phone to her ear, waiting for her father to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Dad. It's me. Can you come to the school and pick up Troy and I? We want to come home."
"Sure, but why? Did something happen?" David sounded concerned.
"Yeah. Troy had to go to the bathroom and I was just sitting in a chair waiting for him to come back. Then all of a sudden, this guy came and sat beside me and started running his fingers up my leg and under my skirt until he was touching my private area through my underwear."
"I'll be right there. And when I get there, I'll be sure to talk to the guy that did that to you." Anger was heavy in David's voice. "Bye."
"Bye." Gabriella hung up, then handed the phone back to Troy. "He said he's coming to get us, and when he comes, he's going to talk to Chad."
"Good," said Troy.
"Alright, where's this jerk I need to talk to?" David demanded as soon as he caught sight of Troy and Gabriella sitting on the edge of one of the Wildcat statues that were situated inside and close to the front doors.
"He's still at the dance," Gabriella replied. "Troy and I will take you to the gym it's in and point him out for you."
"Okay."
Troy and Gabriella immediately rose from their seats and led David into the room where homecoming was being held. Luckily, Chad was right by the food table in plain sight, hurriedly eating pizza like he would never eat it again, so a big hunt for him wasn't necessary.
"There he is!" Gabriella exclaimed, jabbing her pointer finger in Chad's direction.
David walked over to Chad. "Excuse me," he said coldly, "But do you mind telling me why you were touching my daughter tonight?"
Chad, refusing to look up from his pizza, replied with a full mouth, "I dunno what you're talking about."
"I'm Gabriella Montez's father, and I got a phone call from her saying that you were running her hand her up leg, underneath her dress, and on her private area."
Chad's heart began beating faster as sweat collected on his palms. Putting his pizza down on the table, he said, "I...I didn't do a thinng. I uh...I..."
"Don't even bother trying to lie. My daughter and her boyfriend wouldn't be making this up just for fun and games. You touched her. That's all there is to it. And I just wanted to let you know that I will be calling the school about this and reporting it."
"You can't."
"And why can't I?"
"Because I'm the captain of the football team and everyone loves me. If I would get kicked out of school, everyone would be so disappointed."
"I don't care. Now that's all I have to say." With that, David walked away. "Let's go," he said to his daughter and her boyfriend.
Troy and Gabriella silently followed David as he made his way out of the room and outside to the car. They remained silent for the entire car ride, speaking only once they were through the door of Gabriella's home.
"Troy, can you stay over here tonight?" Gabriella requested. "I know I was supposed to sleep over at your place, but I think my dad would want me home now after that episode with Chad, and I still want you to be with me."
"Sure. I'll just call my parents and let them know. And as far as I know, I still have clothes here that I left by accident when I was staying the night before, and I'll worry about brushing my teeth and all when I get home, so I don't think I have to go back to my house to get anything."
"Alright. You can call your parents while I talk to my dad." Gabriella walked away from Troy and into the kitchen, where her father was cutting a slice of apple pie for himself. "Dad, can Troy sleep over here tonight instead of me going to his house?"
"Yeah, he can. Just don't forget that Mom wants you to visit her tomorrow afternoon," David answered. Earlier that day, Maria had called and requested that Gabriella come over for a few hours.
"Okay! And I won't forget." Gabriella hurried back to Troy. "He said you could."
"My parents are okay with it, too," Troy said as he slipped his cell phone back into his pocket and held out his arms. "Come here, Brie."
Gabriella smiled timidly as she slowly walked over to her boyfriend and embraced him.
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for what happened tonight," said Troy as he clutched Gabriella. "I shouldn't have left you alone in the gym. I should've asked you to come with me and just wait outside the bathroom."
"It's not your fault. Chad's the one that did something wrong," Gabriella comforted.
"But if I would've only thought about what he could do, we could've had a great first date."
"How about we start over? Maybe next weekend, for your birthday, we uh...go out somewhere and...I'll pay?" Gabriella chewed on her lip.
"Hey, you're not supposed to give a penny," Troy responded. "I'm the guy. I'm supposed to be paying for you. Though going out next weekend does sound great."
"But Troy, it's your birthday. I don't want to make you pay on your birthday," Gabriella protested.
"It's going to be our first official date, though. I should be the one paying for that. Please, Brie. Let me. You're getting me a present-that should be enough."
"Troy, I really want to. I would feel guilty letting you spend money on your birthday."
"Okay, I have a solution to our problem. How about we both put in some money towards our date? That way, we would've both contributed something."
"That sounds like the perfect solution," Gabriella said. After a pause, she inquired, "Where are we going, anyway?"
"I have no idea," Troy replied as he finally released Gabriella from his hold. "We should go somewhere cheap because I don't think either of us have much money since we don't have jobs."
"How about we go see a movie?" Gabriella suggested. "That shouldn't be too much as long as we don't buy a lot of snacks."
"That sounds good. What movie do you wanna see?"
"Troy, it's your birthday. You should pick," Gabriella answered.
"But you know I'll pick something you won't like," Troy said. "Every movie I want to see is one you either find scary, stupid, or boring. You should pick. I don't want this to be another bad first date for us."
"I do not find all the movies you want to see stupid or boring! Some of them just scare me, that's all," said Gabriella. "So if you avoid things that would give me nightmares, everything will be perfectly fine."
"Don't you remember when I wanted to see Transformers and begged you to come along?" Troy asked. "After it was over, you said it was a pretty stupid movie and during it, you kept wanting to talk to me because you were getting bored."
"That was one movie," Gabriella protested. "And it was boring and pretty stupid."
"No, wait-I just thought of another one. Remember Star Wars? During that entire thing, you were whispering to me about it being boring, and when we were leaving, you said, 'Who would ever think up such a bad plot?'" Troy laughed.
"Well, you complain during movies I make you come with me to see, too. Like the time we saw High School Musical 3? You were groaning and covering your eyes at the part where Troy and Gabriella kiss! And then you were complaining that you had to keep getting up to get me tissues from the bathroom when I was crying because you wanted to stay and eat popcorn!"
"But Disney stole our names!" Troy complained. "It really got to me. How could, out of all the name choices in the world, they happen to pick out Troy and Gabriella for the two leading characters? And then you were crying at parts that I didn't even understand!"
"If you would've been watching it, you would've understood those parts! But no-after the basketball part was over, you just zoned out. And just to let you know, I was crying for a reason. First it was so sad because Gabriella told Troy she loved him and then hung up before he could say it back, and then it was so happy I just had to cry when he drove over a thousand miles to have a prom with her."
"But you were the only one in the theater crying! People were starting to stare."
"Maybe I was the only one, but no one was staring at me! They were all staring at you because you kept getting up to get tissues for me, and then you kept groaning and complaining," Gabriella said.
"Well, I wouldn't have needed to get tissues if you wouldn't have picked that movie to see!"
"Troy, the movie you wanted to see was a horror movie. Then I still would've needed tissues because I would be crying at the really scary parts, and you would've had to miss some parts while you were getting me some."
"No I wouldn't have. I would've made you go get your tissues. The only reason I got them for you during High School Musical was because you couldn't bear to miss any of it and even though I did miss eating popcorn, the little breaks I had from it were sort of relieving."
"Was it that terrible?"
"Not to sound rude to you or anything, Brie, but it was a guy's worst nightmare. All the romance in it was really getting irritating, and the fact that the main couple in there was named after us made it kind of weird to watch. It made me think about if we would be doing all they were doing. I mean, besides the fact they had our names, you have to admit they sort of looked like us, too. I mean, Zac Eften had about the same haircut I had in it. Seriously! Why, out of all the haircuts he could've chosen, did he choose that one? And Veronica Hudgens had her hair cut similar to yours. The only difference I saw was that hers was longer."
"First of all, Troy, it's Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens. And secondly, so what if their hair looked similar to ours? I'm sure a lot of people in the world have the same haircuts that we do," Gabriella said.
Troy responded by picking Gabriella up and taking her to her bedroom, where he playfully tossed her on the bed and began to tickle her. "I win," he announced with a playful smile.
"Troy, stop it!" Gabriella giggled.
"Never!" Troy shouted, continuing to lightly run his fingers over her most ticklish areas. "You know you like when I do this to you. You smile every time."
"That's because it tickles and makes me laugh!" Gabriella squealed. "I don't smile because I enjoy you attacking me like this!"
"Okay, I'll stop, then, and you can tell me what you wanna do," said Troy.
Gabriella, letting out loud giggles, ran down the stairs and to her DVD cabinet. Pulling out a DVD, she held it up to Troy, who was just coming into the living room with her. "I wanna watch this. And you can bring the tissue box out here if you want so you don't have to leave while it's playing."
Troy groaned. "High School Musical 3? Seriously? Why can't we watch a more neutral movie, like one we would both enjoy."
"Please?" Gabriella begged, sticking out her lower lip in a pout. "I had a bad night tonight."
"You know, I've been thinking about making you one of those spoiled girlfriends that gets whatever she wants, so I guess this would be a good time to stop thinking about it and start deciding to treat you that way. So in other words, yes, we can watch it." Troy sighed.
"Thank you!" Gabriella exclaimed as she tossed her arms about Troy. "Now you can go get the tissues, I'll make some popcorn, and then, as long as you're letting me get whatever I want, I'll cuddle in your lap and we can start watching the movie."
"Alright," Troy agreed without enthusiasm.
Gabriella rushed to the kitchen, where she hurriedly popped a bag of microwave popcorn and dumped it into a large bowl while Troy grabbed a tissue box from the bathroom.
"Okay, let's start this," Gabriella said upon arriving in the living room. After putting the DVD in the DVD player, she took the popcorn, went over to Troy, who was already sitting down, grabbed the ruby red blanket that was draped over the top of the sofa, and climbed into Troy's lap. Once the blanket was comfortably wrapped around their bodies, she set the bowl beside them and, keeping her eyes peeled to the screen, on which the movie was just beginning to play, grabbed a handful of popcorn.
When the movie was over, Gabriella turned her head around to find that Troy had fallen fast asleep, his hand in the practically empty popcorn bowl and one arm still firmly hugging her waist.
"Troy," Gabriella said as she playfully smacked Troy's head with the palm of her hand.
"Ow!" Troy exclaimed as his eyes shot open and one of his hands flew to the spot that had just been hit. "Brie, what was that for?"
Gabriella giggled. "The movie's over, and it's almost eleven o' clock. I think we'd better start getting ready to go to bed since I have to be up and ready by noon tomorrow to visit my mom."
"I thought I felt the nightmare vanish a minute ago," Troy said, sitting up and making his girlfriend slip off his lap.
"When did you fall asleep, Troy? I didn't even notice you'd dozed off."
"The last thing I remember was you loudly singing along to some song with that blonde girl and guy," Troy answered.
"I Want it All? I love that song!"
"I guess that's what it's called; I dunno." Troy shrugged. "All I know is that it was irritating and made me sleepy." He yawned.
"Alright," Gabriella sighed. "Well, let's just go upstairs, get ready for bed, and go to sleep. Your clothes are in my closet." She turned off the TV and began heading up the stairs.
Troy tiredly trudged after Gabriella. When they both reached her room, he shut the door behind them and grabbed his clothes from their spot in her closet.
"Okay, Troy," Gabriella started as she snatched her pajamas. "I'm gonna change in my bathroom. Don't just come in there like you did earlier tonight."
"I won't," Troy promised.
Once Gabriella got on her pajamas, she came out of the bathroom to find Troy sitting on the edge of her bed. "Do you wanna um...share my bed with me tonight? I just kind of want you to."
"Sure. I will," Troy agreed. He pulled back the covers, crawled underneath, and, after Gabriella was there next to him, cuddled her close to him. "Can I um...give you a good night kiss, too?"
"Just on my cheek," Gabriella answered as she reached over to turn out her light.
When Troy and Gabriella had finished exchanging kisses, they laid there in silence for a moment before squeezing their eyes shut and falling into a deep sleep.
Gabriella walked up to her mother's porch and pressed the lit up doorbell to the left of the clean white door with sunburst windows framing the top.
"Hi, Gabby," Maria greeted with a smile as she swung the front door open and gave her daughter a hug. "Come on in."
"Hi, Mom," Gabriella said, entering the house.
"So, I thought maybe I could take you out shopping today, since I doubt your father would ever want to do that. And then after we're finished, I'll make dinner, we can eat, and I can take you back home," Maria told her daughter.
"Okay, that sounds fun! I need some new jeans, and I have to buy Troy a birthday present since his birthday's Saturday."
"I'll buy you the jeans myself, but did you bring some money with you for the present?"
"Yeah, it's right here in my purse." Gabriella had brought a purse along for something to put her cell phone in, just in case her dad had to call her while she was gone.
Just then, a tall, dark-haired man walked down the stairs. "Hey, honey," he said to Maria as he gave her a kiss. He then looked at Gabriella. "Is this your daughter?"
"Yes, it is," Maria answered. "Samuel, this is Gabriella, and Gabriella, this is Samuel."
Samuel held out one of his hands. "It's nice to meet you, sweetheart."
Gabriella shook her mom's boyfriend's hand. "It's nice to meet you, too," she politely returned. He doesn't seem too bad, she thought to herself.
"Alright, well, I'm going to take her shopping now, so I'll see you in a little bit," said Maria. "Bye."
"Bye." Samuel kissed his girlfriend once more before watching her walk out the door with her daughter.
"Mom, can I tell you something?" Gabriella asked after dinner, when Samuel was upstairs and she was helping her mother clean up the dishes and leftover chicken, rice, and peas.
"Sure," said Maria. "Go right ahead."
"Troy and I are dating now."
"What?" The stern word sharply sounded from between Maria's lips. "I never gave you permission to date. You're too young for that type of thing." She sighed. "I hate your father. I knew it was bad that he let you go over to Troy's the time, and now that was confirmed. All thanks to him, my baby has a boyfriend."
"I'm not a baby anymore," Gabriella pointed out. "And it's fine. All Troy and I did so far was go to the homecoming dance together, and we were going to do that as friends, anyway." She shrugged. "Then for his birthday, we're going to the movies."
"I guess that's not too bad, but just please don't have sleepovers with him anymore, and don't you dare change in front of him. I've been at least slightly been uncomfortable with you two getting into your pajamas and stuff in the same room ever since you were over the age of seven, and it really began making me nervous when you started wearing bras. You're a girl and he's a boy; he doesn't need to see your parts and you, for that matter, have no reason to see his."
"Mom, relax," Gabriella said. "Now that we're together, we don't change in the same room, and while we do still have sleepovers, we just do what we've always done while sleeping over at one another's houses."
"You'd better not do anything besides that," Maria warned.
"We won't," Gabriella promised.
"And now I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"You're gonna have a brother or sister!" Maria exclaimed happily. "Because I'm pregnant!"
"I...It's Samuel's child, though, isn't it?" Gabriella cautiously ventured, though she was sure what the answer that was to come would be.
"Of course! Your father and I haven't done anything together for at least a year. But does it really matter that the baby doesn't have the same father as you? No! Why would it? At least I'm having this child with someone I love."
Tears threatened to spring to Gabriella's eyes as she began to feel unwanted and hurt by her mother. It made her sad to hear her mom talk badly about her father in front of her, and since she was her father's child rather than Samuel's, she felt as if she would never be as good as the new baby that was on its way.
"I'm gonna walk home now. I need the exercise," Gabriella mumbled. Her mom's house was only, while walking, a little over half an hour away from her dad's, so it was possible for her to make it home before dark.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." With that, Gabriella walked out of the kitchen, grabbed the bags full of the things she had gotten while out shopping that day, and stepped out the door.
I know a lot happened in this chapter, and this is a little section of drama stuff, but every story has to have some conflicts, though I don't plan to make anything real heavy. Her mom probably is acting a little ridiculous, and I hope she's not being too unrealistic. And I know, watching High School Musical...probably not the smartest thing to put in here, but I couldn't help myself!
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